[Daz Dillinger]
Man, I be lacin' up my blue Chucks, rag on the left side
Westcoast n***a, yeah the home where the best ride
Step into my zone where the best die, test I
Fresher than a mothafuckin' gangsta, yes I
Test drive your bitch, knock the wheels and muffler off
Blow your brains off, n***a you should've had a tougher boss
I'm takin' off in a old school, old school
A 80's baby yeah, I apply with them old rules
My spaceship out of bounds with them new shoes
The kush that I blow, smellin' like mildew
You say you real, fool? N***a, I feel you
But if not; click, pow, I'ma kill you

[Kurupt]
I'm a boss, you salad toss
Toss salad, fuck around, bitch I'm a boss
I'm a mechanic, I fix the metal
I make it solid, pupateer like Joe pedal
Can't you see I got them new shoes on that new 2012
Can't even prenunciate it and don't know how it's spelled
Off of diesel and jet fuel, holdin' clientelle
New licks, I ain't tell, shoot yourself, might as well
I'm spiratic, a money mongrul, I'm hungry for them greens
I got bitches with money moguls from here to New Orleans
I'm so vicious, I'm hungry for it, fuck a triple beam
I'ma heat them n***as with the triple beams with triple beams
Red dot 'em, I got 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, set 'em down
Watch him get up, nickel hit 'em, fill 'em, spin 'em 'round
N***a, listen I'm gon' tell you again about the Pound
Next time you hit the town, on my momma lay 'em down, n***a
Boss!